Page 42 of Our Secret Moments

“Wait, so you can actually do good massages?” Catherine asks curiously.

Wes wiggles his manicured nails in the air. “The best.”

Cat nods in understanding, smirking at me and then back to Wes.

She wouldn’t dare.

“What?” Wes asks when she doesn’t drop her gaze from his. “Do you want me to show you?”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. She’s doing this on purpose, and I know for sure that she would not listen to me if I told her no.

She’s enjoying making my life a living hell and all I want to do is kiss her for it. What does that say about me?

I’m an absolute fool.

She swims over to Wes and his eyes are a little panicked, not sure that she would have actually agreed. I bite the inside of my cheek as she settles between his open legs as Oli moves out of their way and swims towards Sam and I.

Tonight is just getting worse and worse by the second.

After what feels like forever, Wes finally lowers both of his hands on her shoulders and he starts to move his thumbs and palms over her collarbones and her shoulders. She sighs softlyand I would do anything to be the one making her sound like that.

“Is it good?” I ask thickly. This feels wrong. So fucking wrong.

“Mm hm,” she murmurs, closing her eyes.

This is going to completely destroy me.

What’s worse is that I know that she’s not lying just to put on a show. Wes can be an absolute idiot ninety percent of the time, but he somehow managed to inherit the smoothest and softest hands I’ve ever seen a man have. He’s given me a massage from time to time, mostly as a joke. And I would be lying if I didn’t say he has some sort of magical touch.

As I watch her completely relax into him as he finds his rhythm, my mind goes from innocent to filthy in seconds.

What would she do if it was me making her feel that way? If it was me behind her, caging her in with my thighs, my hands roaming her body and wherever she wanted me to. If it was me making her eyes roll back and her eyelids flutter closed. If it was my body her back was nestling into perfect as I dipped my hand lower and lower until I…

“Okay, that’s enough, Wes. Stop,” I demand, pulling myself out of my fantasies as my gaze locks with hers again.

“What? Why?” Wes asks, slowing his movements. “She’s clearly enjoying it.”

“I can fuckingseeshe’s enjoying it,” I groan, running my hand down my face as she has the guts tosmileat me, knowing exactly how much it’s messing me up inside. “Everyone get out.”

“Uh, no,” Oliver says, a little unsure as to what I just demanded. Hell, I don’t even know what I just said either. All I know is that I need to be alone with her and she’s looking at me like she wants me to. “If you two want to be alone, go to the hot tub. Don’t try to kick us out of my own pool.”

“Yeah, good idea,” I say, standing in the water and making my way over to her. I hold out my hand as she blinks up atme.What the fuck am I doing and why can’t I stop myself?“Catherine?” She looks down at my hand and then back up at me, considering it. “Don’t make me beg.”

Her mouth lifts into a smirk and she finally clasps her hand in mine. “Now, that’s something I would like to see.”

This woman is going to kill me.

I’m surprised I lasted the two-minute walk around the side of the house to the secluded hot tub without bursting into flames. She walked in front of me, showing me her perfect ass in that bikini before she sunk down into the steaming water with a sigh, resting her head back against the tub. I lowered myself beside her, not wanting too much distance between us, but not too little that she was uncomfortable.

“Next time you want a massage, you ask me, okay?”

She lets out a light laugh, closing her eyes as she tilts her head up to the sky, giving me the most fantastic view of her throat and side profile. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t like the thought of other people touching you,” I admit.

She sighs, lifting her head up and turning to me. The view of her here, beneath the moonlight and the fairy lights in Oli’s backyard she looks fucking stunning. A true goddess. Still, as much as looking at her excites me, I can’t ignore the disapproving look on her face.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, Connor,” she murmurs.

---